Fear makes no sense
it doesn't matter what fear
Fears don't define weather
you are brave or not
weather you are reckless
Or *******

Fear is not,
as some think,
part of your instincts
of survival of self preservation
It can destroy you,
turn you into lil' pieces

Boring saturday afternoons
hot summer days
****** tv shows
my hot flushed
sweat-dripping body…
Nothing to do.
I don’t mind.
Because i’ve got your head on my lap
and your hand on my hand
And I’ve got you dreams
painting pictures in front of me
making the meaningless day extraordinary.
Because doing nothing
is everything when I’m with you.

And in my sadness i feel safe and sound. The voice of the monsters hit me like lullabies, the warmth of my ruby red blood spreading through my legs warms up my hole body, the tears immerse me in a bath so relaxing i feel no need of stoping them.

Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Empty. Could it be…No.
Just emptiness.

I am as blue as the apparent veins around wrists,
My life is as colourless as my pale body.
My mind as dark as my pitch black eyes
My soul…I don’t even think I have one anymore,
It’s been stabbed, crushed, broken,
set on fire too.
dismantled like my scared body.
nature reflects the feelings.

The beautiful and the tragic
The blood that runs through the pale skin
The tears that make those big green eyes so shiny
The dried lips gasping for air
Oh, she is so beautiful when she is hurting.

**** me softly, gently.
take my breath away,
slowly.
grab me hard, steady now.
penetrate
deep in my soul.